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I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on nowI’m not the shoulder for a bag, don't wanna carry your heavy loadI'm not the road that you take when you're lookin for a short cut, uhI ain't the steppin' stone, to be steppin' on, I ain't nobodys crutchI ain't the money man, with your money man, you ain't lookin' at meI'm not the cheap one, lookin' at me son, you ain't lookin' at freeI ain't the dish rag, to come clean up, all the shit that ya dish outAin't got no check for em, if you checkin' inMothafucka check this outAin't much I can do but I do what I canBut I'm not a fool, there's no need to pretendJust because you got yourself in some shitIt doesn't mean I have to come deal with itYou handle your own when you become a manAnd become a man when you handle your ownAin't much I can do but I do what I canBut what can I do if I do till it's goneOh, oh, till it's goneOh, oh, till it's goneOh, oh, till it's goneOh, but what can I do if I do till it's goneI'm not the trash can, not the last man at the finish line nowI'm not the new kid, on the blockThat you can just follow and push aroundLetras de cancionesI'm not the fuckin' needle in the haystack, that you finally foundThis ain't no free rent, come and pitch a tent, you ain't tying me downI'm not a bus ride you can hop inside, and just roll away cleanNot the wheel on the wagon you wanna breakBecause I hold up the weight for the teamI'm not the gold watch, and the new truckThat you scheming to check outUnless you're looking to check out *shot, shot, shot*What a mess now (c'mon)Ain't much I can do but I do what I canBut I'm not a fool, there's no need to pretendJust because you got yourself in some shitIt doesn't mean I have to come deal with itYou handle your own when you become a manAnd become a man when you handle your ownAin't much I can do but I do what I canBut what can I do if I do till it's goneOh, oh, till it's goneOh, oh, till it's goneOh, oh, till it's goneOh, but what can I do if I do till it's goneI jump to the sky for my peopleI walk through the fire, I give love when it's equalDon't tell me not to complain about my money and fameWhen you come around and telling me I changedDamn right I fucking changedWhen this fuckin' change hit my pocketHit the bucket, it was a rocket all a suddenI went from shoppin' without nuthin'To goin' shoppin' for my cousinsNow that the cops know that I'm buzzin'They wanna drop me in the ovenPull me over just to say "I'm a fan"Hip-hop, gotta love it, fuck itAin't much I can do but I do what I canBut I'm not a fool, there's no need to pretendJust because you got yourself in some shitIt doesn't mean I have to come deal with itYou handle your own when you become a manAnd become a man when you handle your ownAin't much I can do but I do what I canBut what can I do if I do till it's goneOh, oh, till it's goneOh, oh, till it's goneOh, oh, till it's goneOh, but what can I do if I do till it's gone From Letras Mania